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Ciaran Burke
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You walked walked out the door out of our lives of life of this earth this existence no longer existing walked to […]
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We wear the scars hidden by modesty of cloth remnants of cuts beneath the threads and stitches we share the pain when […]
The empty path leads on a cold walkthrough the still green winter grassto a solitary seated soul alonethe sole incumbent of the […]
Bed clothes dishevelled and thrownthe evidence of a beautiful tryst stains of longing washed and the remainssouvenir strandsof hairs static attachment stranded timelingering of mutual attraction tired body […]
